Guerilla Maab - Who Could It Be Lyrics
f/ Cl'Che[Hook - 2x]Who could it be (who could it be)But that M double A-B (but that M double A-B)And we're sho nuff gon shine (and we're sho nuff gon shine)Making everybody lose their mind (everybody losing they mind)[Trae]The same niggas on the block, wrecking it won't stopWe bout to head to the top, *****ed dropping the topWith glocks ready to box, somebody bout to get dropped***** around with the Maab, you fin to get shined outDo you really wanna ***** around wit usCome out of the trunk, with a AK with usBetter watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitterNigga we the Southside, H-Town mob figgasRob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealersGo getters, and a hundred percent thug niggasYou don't wanna step to us, you getting hugged niggaOn the microphone with flow, you get drugged niggaYou better get somewhere, you can't block the shineI'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get out of lineI'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mindWhen a red light shine, go and lay it downWho the niggas that wanna talk downWho the ***** that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they faceMe and Doug and Ro, up on a paper chaseTrying to get it like a fiend, with a top caseIn the race we done did that, candy blueIn the lap, wearing a black hat ***** thatSomebody fin to get done, till everybody be gonAnd nigga, we number one[Hook - 2x][Dougie D]I'ma give it to you live, I'ma give it to you rawI ain't even fin to play, with you mother*****ersI'm a mother*****er, that'll be packing a glockTaking em out with red dots, I'm a head bustaI'ma Maab out I'ma ride out, no doubtMaking mother*****ers slide out, need to hide out***** around with the wrong nigga, pull the nine outLeave a mother*****er crispy, burned and fried outDoes the Dougie give it out, mmm-hmmLike a nigga be smoking up on, good green fur*****ing em up in the first round, yes sirI'm just so cold, I make a nigga say burrGripping a round, me and my dogs get buckedWith the Lil Cl'Che, still ready to get crunkWe M double A-B, now little ***** whatOn a treaty the microphone, we ain't no punkDougie D so thoed, and they already knowThe Trae and the J Z-Ro, by boGot a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gunI got a king folk right, that be dropping a bombI got a click of mother*****ers, putting words on the runAnd when you thought it was over, nigga it just begunAnd when you hear this shit, nigga don't you bumpWhen you feel you ready, nigga then come get some[Hook - 2x][Cl'Che]Got em all asking, who could it beThat Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-EThe classified lady, sho nuffWatch me shine up on the scene, make em all say their so thoedSitting back on these hoes, that's trying to out do my flowsAnd all I wanna do is get the key, and open the do'For my Southeastern pros, ***** it let's show em that we couldSwang the 4's, I'm on a mission steady trying to get the creamMaab deep, with the KMJ killa teamDoing things, making mo' money than you ever seenWhile you watching me, on your big screenBET or MTV, posters hanging at your local groceryNow everybody know me, Cl'Che make you lose your mindEverytime you jam a Maab c.d., the classified's on your mindSouthside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate meOr my niggas Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro, sing the hook for me[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Who could it be, blowing on dojaConsuming codeine, cause I'm just a soldierThat stays on his grind, chasing that feddyThese fellas they ain't ready, they lightweight and I'm heavyThe Mo City Don, king of the ghettoI keep dropping bombs, cause I just can't let goI'm thoed in the game, hydro or that do-doCatch Z-Ro in slow-mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thoghI swang and I swerve, like Tony MontanaMy balls are my word, come down your chimney like SantaAnd put you to bed, for talking down on a O.GReally though y'all don't know me, I will make you die slowly[Hook - 3x]
